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0Xia Yihan forcefully swallowed the remaining half of her yawn. At the same time, her face turned completely red after being caught red-handed like a thief.    

    

She habitually bit her lips and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mr Ye. I won't be like this ever again."    

    

Ye Zimo's gaze was fixed on her eyes. She heard her own heart beating, which was especially loud.    

    

She lowered her head, avoiding his strange eyes. He stretched out his hand a little towards her, clenched it into a fist, withdrew it, pursed his lips, and left.    

    

Leaving just like that?    

    

She thought he was going to make things difficult for her, or ask her to come into the room and stay on duty or something.    

    

He didn't say anything.    

    

After he left, Xia Yihan took a deep breath and silently prayed in her heart: Xiaojun, please help me. Let Director-General Ye come here as soon as possible.    

    

She lowered her heart and continued wiping the floor until not a speck of dust could be seen on the white cloth.    

    

The security guard on duty went to lock the door, yawned, and went back to sleep.    

    

Xia Yihan guessed that Ye Zimo had also gone to sleep, so she quietly went to the bathroom to take out the hidden rags and needle and thread, spreading them on the floor.    

    

Fortunately, they were in a hurry. The cloth they cut was not particularly fragmented, and was still big and big.    

    

She parted the rags according to the two skirts, put one of them together, and began to sew.    

    

The work was huge, and she knew that if the needlework looked obvious, the housekeeper would find fault with it. That was why the stitches were so small.    

    

She was glad that she had done this when she was young. She was still very skilled at it. It was just that the lights in the hall had already been turned off. The current lights were a bit dim, so she could not see clearly, which made it difficult for her.    

    

After an unknown period of time, her drowsiness grew heavier and heavier. She propped up her stiff eyelids, and many times, the needle had pierced into her hand.    

    

If it hurt, he would wake up a bit more.    

    

Ye Zimo, who had finished her shower and read the book, turned on the computer in her room and clicked on the monitor screen in the hall. Her gaze fell heavily on Xia Yihan, who was sitting on the floor.    

    

It was dark, and he couldn't see what she was doing. He looked closely at the screen, and when he saw that she was sewing, he frowned imperceptibly.    

    

At this moment, Xia Yihan was sleepy again. The sharp end of the needle had accurately pierced into the gap between her thumb. The intense pain had completely sobered her up.    

    

She squeezed the tip of her finger so hard that blood oozed out, and her tears flowed with it.    

    

The night was so deep that perhaps only then would she be able to let herself cry.    

    

He had been holding back his tears for too long, and once they were released, he could no longer hold them back. Not daring to make a sound, she bit her lips and let the tears flow.    

    

Ye Zimo stared blankly at the screen, her expression complicated.    

    

His fists gradually tightened, tightened, and relaxed.    

    

He picked up the phone on the tea table and skillfully dialed a few numbers. Soon, the butler's respectful voice came from the other side.    

    

"Mr Ye!"    

    

"Our Ye Family, so poor that we need servants to sew and mend our own clothes?" he asked in a cold voice.    

    

The butler was already in a daze, unable to make sense of the situation.    

    

"Mr Ye, I, I don't understand."    

    

"Then listen carefully! Tomorrow, make two new sets of uniforms for Xia Yihan. She can wear anything before the uniforms come out. "    

    

Xia Yihan cried for a while, put down everything in her hands, went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water to wash away all her tears.    

    

"Han Han, don't cry. I'm by your side." She seemed to have heard Mo Xiaojun's voice. It was very far away, but it also seemed like it was right in front of her.    

    

Ever since he was young, he had always coaxed her like this. He would also help her wipe her tears away, gently patting her back to comfort her.    

    

She looked in the mirror, curled her lips, and said, "Xiaojun, I won't cry. Don't worry, Han Han Han won't cry in the future."    

    

Thinking about Mo Xiaojun, it seemed that the grievance and tiredness had all disappeared.    

    

Returning to the main hall, she sat on the floor and continued to sew up the first skirt. It was already dawn when she finished.    

    

When Ye Zimo got up and walked through the hall, she saw Xia Yihan sleeping against the wall with a piece of cloth wrapped in a second dress in her hand.    

    

He stopped and stared at her sleeping face. In his dream, she was frowning deeply, as if she was having a restless sleep. He crouched down and quietly picked up the skirt that she had mended and carefully observed the needle and thread. He was really diligent. If one did not look at it carefully, they would not be able to see any traces of mending.    

    

She was afraid of being punished by the steward, so she had to be this serious?    

    

He didn't know why, but he picked up the dress and got up and went back into the bedroom and hung it in the closet in his bedroom.    

    

When Xia Yihan woke up, Ye Zimo had already gone to the gym.    

    

She wanted to wear the dress she'd sewn, but all she saw was a pile of rags beside her hand, and the perfect dress was gone.    

    

When the housekeeper sent for her to work at the gym, she had to tell them to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.    

    

When the butler saw Xia Yihan, his eyes flashed with displeasure. He finally understood that the person sewing the clothes was definitely Xia Yihan.    

    

Crown Prince rarely got angry with him when she didn't come in. Since she came, he had been cursed several times a day by bad luck.    

    

He was really trying his best to get her out, but she wasn't afraid of hardship or tiredness, and no trick was of any use to her.    

    

Crown Prince seemed to hate her on the surface, but he seemed to care about her occasionally, so he didn't dare to use too much force.    

    

Ye Zimo ran, puffed out her chest, and did push-ups. After doing more than an hour of exercise, she used Faang Linuo's towel to wipe her sweat. From beginning to end, she never looked at Xia Yihan's direction.    

    

Xia Yihan lowered her head respectfully, thinking about her missing dress.    

    

After breakfast, Ye Zimo went out. The butler took Xia Yihan aside and told her with a darkened face, "Today, the tailor will make you two sets of new uniforms. Before the uniforms come out, you can wear your own clothes and return them to the others! I'll give you ten minutes to come back here! "    

    

"Thank you! "Many thanks!" Xia Yihan thanked him profusely. She was flattered by this sudden tolerance.    

    

The butler gave her an impatient look and walked away.    

    

Xia Yihan hurried back to her room, slipped back into her white dress, and walked back.    

    

As he was walking, he saw Zheng Hao walking towards him.    

    

The answer to her unanswered question seemed to be: He was the housekeeper's nephew, and he was the only one who could shake the housekeeper's decision.    

    

"Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao happily called her name. Xia Yihan's face was also full of smiles. She sincerely said to him: "Thank you so much. Thank you for pleading with your uncle for me!"    

    

Zheng Hao's face was at a loss. He asked her in confusion: "What are you begging for?"